Another Post About Nothing

I'm now three quarters of the way through my time here.  Not much has happened here, save for a crapload of rain, so I'm essentially putting finger to keyboard for forms sake and so that Missus Walker doesn't shout at me.  The weeks are kind of begining to mush together in a big banananie blur.  Two Italian guys have joined us on the farm.  At the moment they are very clean and scrubbed looking.  It will be interesting to see what they look like after a few weeks.  Fitch, our resident Frenchman, went to Melbourne last week for the gand prix.  Amazingly he returned after a few days to work a further two weeks.  Encouragingly he seems taken with the place, so much so that he's changed his plans so that he returns there next week, rather than to Brisbane.

He will also be taking the caravan's xbox with him when he goes (He's quite fond of saying "I like X-box and weed", which - as mottos go - may not be very catchy, but is incredibly to the point accurate).  This doesn't bother me as, although I do play computer games occassionally, The  Further Adventures of Anonymous Man with a Gun has never really captured my imagination.  For Bob however this has given him a deadline to collect all available achievements or bonuses or something similar.  If he manages it in time Ronald McDonald will come to the caravan in person and give hime a free burger and a big sloppy kiss.  My fingers are crossed for him.

In the next week our Rosie and me dad should be landing in this hemisphere on holibobs.  Hopefully I should be able to meet up with them.  Also it was my brother Josh's birthday a little while back.  He used to be my little brother, but has elected to skip his twenties and go straight on to his thirties.  Happy birthday, old man.
Here is a picture of some shoes with Justin Bieber's face on them:

Love and Fishes

Dave Denton